A Little Romance
The other night, prompted by something or other he’d seen on Facebook, my husband turns to me and asks, “What’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever done for you?” Easy, I think, because obviously the most romantic thing he’s ever done for me will leap to the front of my memory and right out of my … Continue reading →
It’s Never Easy to Say Goodbye. Except When It Is.
I want very badly to let Fred Phelps’ death pass unremarked upon, mostly because of how I imagine it would aggravate the crotchety old attention whore. But he spent so much of his energy foisting himself onto the queer consciousness, I feel like saying my piece will help me send his bullshit karmically packing along … Continue reading →
City Code Snapshot: YVR
If this all sounds familiar, it’s hopefully because you remember this post from last year, and not because all my posts about flying sound the same (although I suppose that would be its own commentary on the nature of the gig these days…). I’m reposting this Rhapsody in Blue and Green about my favoritest of … Continue reading →